Porcupine Tree - Trains Lyrics
Train set and match spied under the blindShiny and contoured the railway windsAnd I've heard the sound from my cousin's bedThe hiss of the train at the railway headAlways the summers are slipping awayA 60 ton angel falls to the earthA pile of old metal, a radiant blurScars in the country, the summer and herAlways the summers are slipping awayFind me a way for making it stayWhen I hear the engine passI'm kissing you wideThe hissing subsidesI'm in luckWhen the evening reaches hereYou're tying me upI'm dying of loveIt's OK